fried chicken

I had a strange dream this morning.

We were in the foyer of a haunted mansion and there were zombies coming down the stairs. An endless flow of zombies and we were without weapons.

But we did have chicken. For some reason, there was a lot of fried chicken on the floor.

So we started aiming the legs and thighs at the zombies, and it worked. They started disappearing.

At some point, we were cramming chicken bits in sandwiches and shoving them in the zombies’ mouths.

I asked one of them, “How many are there of you?” He said about seventy.

Then we were almost out of chicken. Somebody had to run across the street and get more. They came back with chicken-flavored rice.

We sprinkled them over the zombies and that worked too.

Then I think there was a big snake, but that was around the time I was thinking, “This would make a good Avanoo post,” and starting to wake up.